The steam of the shower filled the bathroom like a fog. The steady fall of the water was accented by a slick, wet slapping. Trunks' moan echoed through the space, audible from even the hall outside with it's intensity.
“God, you love this, don't you?” Gohan whispered into his ear as he continued to thrust inside him. Another moan answered him. Droplets of water and perspiration rolled down Gohan's chest. The falling water caressed his back, running in a river down it, it's flow broken by Trunks' legs wrapped around his hips. They were going to lose the hot water soon, but he was nowhere near done with the teen yet. He slowed his pace, which brought Trunks' eyes open and staring into his quizzically.
“What's going on?” he asked as Gohan pulled out of him gently, turning off the water.
“Change of venue” he answered seductively. Trunks blushed. He wasn't sure he would ever get used to the heat in that gaze being directed at him. Gohan didn't set him down, but carried him still wrapped around his waist into the adjoining bedroom. Trunks' bedroom. He passed the bed though, and stopped at the large sliding glass door that lead out to the balcony. He used one hand to fling the curtains open, the other still firmly gripping Trunks' ass.
“What are you doing?” Trunks asked hesitantly.
“Shhhh,” Gohan whispered into his ear again, “I can tell the muscles in your legs are cramping up, it's time for a change of position too.”
He peeled Trunks' legs off of him, standing him on his own feet as he opened the glass door.
“We can't go out there!” Trunks exclaimed, but was overridden by Gohan's hand on the back of his neck.
“Someone will see us!” he begged as Gohan flipped him around and bent him over the railing. He slid into Trunks' still welcoming cavity with ease, starting up the same pace he had left off before.
“Gohan!” came out as a combined shout and moan. Gohan twisted his fingers into the hair on the back of Trunks' neck, keeping him bent at a 90 degree angle. Trunks closed his eyes, praying to Kami and Dende and every God he'd ever heard of that they would not be caught. A shiver ran through him when he pictured his father finding them like this. The shiver settled into a tingling that rested just below his stomach. No! He could not be getting turned on by this after all... Damn Gohan, he was such a pervert... The pace of the thrusts increased behind him.
“You just love it when I fuck you in the ass like this, don't you?”
A furious blush painted Trunks' face as he felt himself getting ready to cum. He gripped the railing tightly as Gohan drove into him, trying desperately to keep his exclamations down to a minimum. It wasn't working so well. A loud whimper escaped from behind his clenched teeth. Damn it. They were going to get caught for sure. The grip Gohan had on his hair tightened, a sure sign that he was fighting the urge to cum as well. Then Trunks' body refused any more of his requests for restraint, shouting loudly as Gohan smacked him on the ass. He came in a glorious spray against the railing and his own stomach, his salty essence dripping down to splatter on the pavement below. Gohan emptied himself into the younger man as well, filling him so completely that his seed oozed out around his thick member, trailing down Trunks' legs. Both remained as they were for a moment, Gohan bent slightly over Trunks' smaller frame, supporting himself on the railing. When Gohan slid out of him and moved back, he saw that they (he) had bent the railing into a most unnatural shape.
“Shit” Trunks said, trying to straighten the metal back out.
“Here, let me” Gohan said, pulling him aside.
“I can't believe you did tha-” Trunks was interrupted by Gohan's ki blast taking out half the balcony. Gohan turned back to Trunks, seeing his face covered in shock.
“Training accident” he said with a wink as he pulled Trunks close again.
“You're insane” Trunks informed his lover. Gohan just chuckled and bit him.
The End ;)